Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Batman!

I went at the best time. Lunchtime! There were five people in the theater, other than me and my sister. This meant that I could laugh uproariously and she could jump in the seat and pound her fists in the air whenever Christian Bale walked onscreen.

I refuse to repeat what everyone else has said about the movie. Instead, I'm going to point out the little pluses and minuses that nobody else noticed, or wrote on.

To quote my brother, it was a whole lot of movie. It was hard to know if I liked it or not. I wasn't sure I understood it, half the time.

One scene in particular left me scratching my head. How on earth did Rachel and Batman fall off a hundred-story building, land on a car, and not die? Meanwhile, the Joker is back upstairs at the fundraiser, looking for Harvey Dent. Instead of taking us back upstairs, the scene cuts out.

I asked Moira in the theater, "Sooo... what happened to the Joker?"

She said, "I guess the Joker got away."

"Just like the song!" I cried. And we busted up laughing.

If that was the joke, it wasn't funny. We were meant to assume that the Joker gave up, and left. Lame. Totally out of character. I hate when writers end scenes instead of finishing them.

Regardless, that was the only gripe I had about the movie. It was beautifully structured. The plot naturally unfolded out of itself. Whatever that means. It was funny too. Why has nobody mentioned this? Every character shared the same wry sense of humor, that comes only in the most dire situations. They were funny in a way that exhibited how scared they were for themselves.

Maggie G. was my favorite love interest of any movie, even though my brother says she's not pretty enough. Bah! She was flirty and badass. She should've been in the first one.

Oh yeah, and Heath. The whole drive home, I wracked my brain, trying to think of any movie where an actor did a better job than Heath did in this film. I got nothing.

Watching him was like watching art come alive. Yes, like everyone says, he was brilliant. But more importantly, he was entertaining. He was hilarious. Every time he walked off screen, I just wanted him to come back. That's intriguing, in my opinion. It's much much easier to create art than to entertain an audience. The art of entertaining is a mystery. It changes with the times. Our parents don't always find the same movies and music as entertaining as we do. Heath tapped into something timeless.

Still, it's important to remember that Heath didn't write the Joker's lines. He was fascinating, because the writers wrote him fascinating dialogue. There was a director too, coaching his movements. There was a makeup artist, scarring up his face. But Heath makes it so easy to forget that. He makes you forget that there's a writer, a director, a camera, a set. He makes you believe, for a short while, that it's all real.